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Evolution

Only yesterday I was a child and I saw the world the size of my house, and the vastness was my yard. When I began to dominate all this space, I realized that he had grown up, now they had the neighboring houses across the street, then the neighborhood and so I realized that despite knowing and dominating these spaces, they continued to grow and challenge me. At first it was interesting, the spaces brought other dimensions, Knowledge, Technology, Relationship, Values. , and I had time to accompany them.
But the speed of expansion accelerated, shortening the world and eliminating time; what was simple became faster, but much more complex. Now I do it faster, but I have many more things to attend to; I'm suffocated by the routine .....
And the expansion remains indifferent to my limit. Then an anguish suddenly took me: how far, how long will these contours continue to push me? When will they be finished? Do I follow the routine or go around the boundary?

Now grown up I see that the routine has won and the outline has parked. With so much worrying me, I feel ill at ease. So many issues and problems came into my life that I ended up locking myself in this little place instead of continuing to walk and explore space.
The extension continues to happen, but I no longer feel it, there is no time to observe it.

Other figures entered my life, widening the spaces even further, adding new dimensions. But as the problems increased, I was still on the island.
With them I forgot people and myself. I stopped observing the outline to get the problems alone.
It was when the island imploded and turned a point, a question mark, that I realized that to reverse this situation and return to the horizon, I would have to look for other ways. The solution was then to go back to me, where the dimension is infinite and my domain too, because there the space is all mine.
The joy was immense as I went through this interior, to see myself recovered and to feel the power of control; check that I do not need to win the race, I just need to keep up with the expansion in what helps me ... but there was a counter point: the solitude.
The solitude of not being able to share, made me again look out and take back what I had left. The difference, however, is that now strengthened by internal conquests, it has become easier to deal with problems, to prioritize them, and to gain time to contemplate the vastn
What I realized is that it is necessary first to leverage to discover, it is necessary to be structured to enjoy and above all, to be aware that I do not need to know and know everything, because I have not come to save the world, I just need to take care of myself

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